This One's A Little Strange, I'll Admit So what happened is this:
My roommate has a mo-ped kind of scooter. Driving it home late the other night he took a pretty bad spill and ended up in the emergency room. Apparently, as he's begun to heal, he's started to brag in a macho-coping sort of way about the injuries, to his body and his vehicle. So this has sparked some paranoid fear in his girlfriend the he will forget the awful parts of he wreck and just remember the machismo. Well. We cant have that. So here is my homemade scrapbook of the macabre:
I am an avid paper-maker. I am not an avid do-anything-with-the-paper-er. I just make it. Then it sits there, looking, and sometimes smelling, nice.
Furthermore, I just bought a book that taught me how to do simple japanese book binding. so fabulous! i think i'll be making scrapbooks for more lovey memories in the future.
This one has photos of his ruined knee, and bits from his bloody jeans, his hospital bracelet, etc. Morbid, yes. But morbid kind of suits his eccentricities.
And it's all done on sparkly paper that smells of Cotton Blossom.